I have short hair
Ok, update - kitune came down to Maryland this weekend, and with her moral support, I chopped all my hair off. Like, seriously short, and once I find a fucking digital camera I'll upload a pic. Think Demi Moore's haircut in Ghost but without the bangs. Seriously feels weird to have short, short hair.
My Mom is into this whole being a perfect inlaw thing. Too bad she and J have yet to establish rapport. Seriously, they still shake hands. Anyway, she was soooo irritated at my hair - she hates it, she insulted the stylist, then said it looked like something that a mother in a fairytale would do to her daughter's hair to punish her vanity. Sweet, I'm so psyched that I managed to annoy her this much so easily. Work seemed cool with the look after they checked to see if I was still with J.
Anyway, I had the opportunity to watch hair straightening this weekend. It seemed like torture. kitune was planning to cut her hair, but ended up straightening it and leaving it long. Personally, I think she should get it cut natural, super short, and midnight blue. So dark it seems black, but still blue in the right light. Yes, this has something to do with anime. Anyway, I got rather annoyed at her stylist (yes, it's backwards, doing hair in suburban hell rather than NYC, but I digress). I dunno - he seemed distracted, wasn't listening, and his cell phone went off. Not horrible things, but it seemed rather childish and unprofessional. I kept my big mouth shut, which I know is a first for me. Anyhoo, that was most of Saturday - hair, which was a lot of fun, and just hanging out and talking to kitune which I feel like I haven't done in a long time. It's weird - so much of my travel time and fundage is taken up by family now days that I feel slightly guilty for doing *anything* with my friends. And on top of that, visiting the house is weird. People regress, and it's like a whole lot of people at once, and one must gain the greatest utility from the trip, and therefore distracted by the scores of people. Plys, I have that big white guy I drag everywhere, which makes things stranger. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but it's hard to chill with people he doesn't know and be half a couple.
Anyway, erics_dtt_blog came over for brunch Sunday. I can't remember what I made. Anf of course we went to my parents' house for dinner, which is always a mixed bag. Ironically, Dad is finally taking something I've been saying for years seriously since J parroted it. Really freaking annoying. My idiot brother broke his finger playing rugby. Apparently he plays for Hopkins's club team. Which scares the shit out of me. I mean, he is indeed a moron - or is he just easily influenced? I swear that child hasn't made a decision for himself in 21 years. I just hope he manages to graduate at some point.
Something I've been wondering...J says I show love through food. Do I? I mean, I love to cook, and I love to do things for people I love, but I am capable of other things - I think. I mean, I don't force-feed people, I just make a lot of things. And send people sweets. Is this normal, in light of the fact my Dad's a good cook and my mother should never, ever be around Easy Mac, let alone real food?
West Wing and the spare "bed" (Ikea!) still out = heavenly life.
My Mom is into this whole being a perfect inlaw thing. Too bad she and J have yet to establish rapport. Seriously, they still shake hands. Anyway, she was soooo irritated at my hair - she hates it, she insulted the stylist, then said it looked like something that a mother in a fairytale would do to her daughter's hair to punish her vanity. Sweet, I'm so psyched that I managed to annoy her this much so easily. Work seemed cool with the look after they checked to see if I was still with J.
Anyway, I had the opportunity to watch hair straightening this weekend. It seemed like torture. kitune was planning to cut her hair, but ended up straightening it and leaving it long. Personally, I think she should get it cut natural, super short, and midnight blue. So dark it seems black, but still blue in the right light. Yes, this has something to do with anime. Anyway, I got rather annoyed at her stylist (yes, it's backwards, doing hair in suburban hell rather than NYC, but I digress). I dunno - he seemed distracted, wasn't listening, and his cell phone went off. Not horrible things, but it seemed rather childish and unprofessional. I kept my big mouth shut, which I know is a first for me. Anyhoo, that was most of Saturday - hair, which was a lot of fun, and just hanging out and talking to kitune which I feel like I haven't done in a long time. It's weird - so much of my travel time and fundage is taken up by family now days that I feel slightly guilty for doing *anything* with my friends. And on top of that, visiting the house is weird. People regress, and it's like a whole lot of people at once, and one must gain the greatest utility from the trip, and therefore distracted by the scores of people. Plys, I have that big white guy I drag everywhere, which makes things stranger. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but it's hard to chill with people he doesn't know and be half a couple.
Anyway, erics_dtt_blog came over for brunch Sunday. I can't remember what I made. Anf of course we went to my parents' house for dinner, which is always a mixed bag. Ironically, Dad is finally taking something I've been saying for years seriously since J parroted it. Really freaking annoying. My idiot brother broke his finger playing rugby. Apparently he plays for Hopkins's club team. Which scares the shit out of me. I mean, he is indeed a moron - or is he just easily influenced? I swear that child hasn't made a decision for himself in 21 years. I just hope he manages to graduate at some point.
Something I've been wondering...J says I show love through food. Do I? I mean, I love to cook, and I love to do things for people I love, but I am capable of other things - I think. I mean, I don't force-feed people, I just make a lot of things. And send people sweets. Is this normal, in light of the fact my Dad's a good cook and my mother should never, ever be around Easy Mac, let alone real food?
West Wing and the spare "bed" (Ikea!) still out = heavenly life.